out of the dark into the light

Louis has real insecuries *and* confidence.

You don’t audition twice/three times, seek a review from Simon Cowell and put your shit on YouTube without some balls.

You don’t ham it up on live TV and interviews, become the impromptu leader/spokesperson of a supergroup and make a few enemies along the way without a strong personality and presence.

You don’t write a shit ton of songs, start a mini label and reach out to artists to collaborate without some courage and conviction.

You don’t have that devil may care, head strong, rebellious and honest voice without some personal swagger.

You don’t openly admit your shortcomings, your weaknessness, your vulnerabilities without a lion heart.

Those of us who love and respect him do so because he treads that line between raw/real and polished, sensitive and strong, light and dark. He’s sharp and talented and cunning and self aware and he’s always used that fire inside to get ahead.

He’s got a lot to prove to himself, the industry, 1D fans and the general public. But the fact that he’s decided to go for it, publically and honestly, is so damn amazing.

Some aspects of that article did make me emotional and empathetic, but they also just made me proud. ❤

visions of the future

Philip wakes up out of a nice dream, and for some reason he’s halfway off the bed. He blinks slowly, rubbing his eyes, and feels the cold immediately. Instead of shifting closer to Lukas, Philip rolls out of bed the rest of the way. He yawns, shivering a little bit, and makes his way over to the window.

It’s still dark outside, the early morning splintering across the sky. The snow is falling in droves, and he stares over at the display in the apartment building across the street. They have three light-up snowmen balancing on the railing of their balcony. Philip watches it blink green and red, smiling to himself.

The cold starts to get to him almost immediately and even though he loves looking at the way the snow falls against the Christmas lights and the burgeoning morning, he knows he has to get back to bed before he freezes on the spot. He rushes back over and as soon as he hits the mattress he huddles up against Lukas’s back, trembling as the cold runs through him.

Lukas makes the smallest little tired noise, stretching out a little bit. His back arches and cracks and Philip smiles to himself. He loves the way Lukas feels moving against him.

“Why’re you awake, baby?” Lukas asks, looking over his shoulder.

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[10:27 PM] You: The show is starting.

As pathetic as it was, Namjoon scurried off the couch — not that he would ever let anyone know — and frantically stumbled his way to his bedroom door.  He hesitated, his hand hovered over the light switch, as he debated whether he should turn his lights on or not.  He opted for the darkness to leave himself a modicum of dignity and calmly, as if the whole situation was completely normal, strutted to his bed.  He shook his head in embarrassment at the sexy walk he had put on when there was no way you could see.  Even if you could see, he would be strutting to crawl into his bed and watch you masturbate across the street from him when all he wanted was to have you within arm’s reach.  The whole thing was a little pathetic, he acknowledged.  Who was he trying to impress?  

Oh my god! I don’t even know how to put into words how much I loved that!
I couldn’t imagine how you could possibly make the cloth-faced cybermen work in a modern episode, but oh wow was I happily shown just how that could be. That was so creepy! The whole tone was incredibly dark, just as I like it. Those people/cybermen crying out in pain, asking for death? Incredibly dark! 

It had a lovely light opening, so much so that I was completely taken aback by the turn it took! Of the lighter parts, I enjoyed the ‘Doctor Who’ discussion. It’s quite a nice way of ending the arguments about that, especially since it’s still technically ambiguous whether it really is his full name or not. 

I love anything to do with time distortion, so this premise was an absolute treat! The technique of showing us the tiny movements upstairs to punctuate the years going on below was a great idea. 

As usual there were a lot of parts that reminded me of previous episodes (the hospital segments of New Earth and The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances, especially the turning of the clothed/gas-masked heads, and Bill’s whole storyline of Amy in The Girl Who Waited), but this felt entirely original. As a prequel to The Tenth Planet, it was genius. It gives a whole extra dimension to those now quite dated episodes. 

I loved the discussion of Time Lord gender and sexuality. The Doctor even referred to the Master as a man crush. Thank you, Moffat, for finally acknowledging the sexual tension that has always been present in their relationship, and actually acknowledging it in its original queer format, not just Missy sexually assaulting Twelve as in previous episodes.

The tension was wracked up beautifully. I really liked the guy helping Bill out and I was like 'I’m going to have to look up who this actor is, he’s really good!’ and then ten minutes from the end, when they were talking about the lifts, I suddenly realised. It was the perfect moment to realise, too, as it was when he was leading her to the conversion theatre and suddenly the tension was mounting as I was pleading with Bill not to trust him! Ahhh!

Now, Bill herself. I really hope this isn’t the end for her. This would be the bleakest end a companion has had since Donna, if not even bleaker! But at the moment I’m too wrapped up in just how good this episode was to think about her possibly not making it. I still have hope that she could be de-converted. She cried at the end and her body is still there underneath everything, so maybe she’s still salvageable. I noticed they didn’t show her at all in the Next Time trailer, but that could be them just preventing spoilers. We’ll see, I guess.

Ahhh, I can’t believe how good it was!

The Absence of Light

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summary: prompt: out of place - Inspired by Charmed - Oliver was Felicity’s Whitelighter until he let darkness inside and became something else. // other hiatus fics
a/n: tbh I was going to do something simple like gothlicity as a queen family gala, but i’ve been watching too much charmed lately and this happened. Also… if I got the lore wrong I apologize but it’s kind of…. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

side note - as i’ve said before my internet is being super wonky so updates and such are going to be slow. I just got lucky it hasn’t been too bad today. 


Oliver didn’t know it was possible to feel like this. He wasn’t himself anymore. He didn’t know how he let this happen. One moment he was protecting his charge and the next he could feel all the light leaving his body. All the goodness in his heart and soul shrouded in darkness.

“Stop moping,” Helena said.

He scowled.

“You did this to yourself and you’re lucky I’m here to take you under my wing.”

“I didn’t mean for it to happen,” he spat, “And I don’t want your help.”

Black smoke formed in her hand. Seconds later, she pointed a crossbow at him. “You’re going to listen to me because if you don’t you will die. Some witch somewhere with vanquish you.”

Maybe he deserved it. He dropped his gaze away from her and looked to his hands. The hands that once protected the innocent, now tainted with death. He didn’t mean to. She was in danger. Her powers weren’t physical; she was a technopath, someone that could speak to technology with her mind. She tried her best to fight, but if he hadn’t gotten there then who knows what would have happen. Fuck, he knew, and that’s why he lost it. He killed a human out of anger. He was supposed to be a pacifist, a healer, and he lost control.

Now he felt so out of place and confused.

“I need to see her,” he pushed himself up.

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Burn The Light : Part One, Introductions for God’s Sake.

(Oh god…. this is my first fic on Tumblr. My first fic in forever. Please forgive me for my sins and criticism welcome.)

((For @neversatisfiedgirl ‘s Dark Side Challenge, next four parts to come over the next two weeks!!))

Pairing: Aj Styles x OFC 

Rating: M 

Word Count: 2124 

Warnings: dirty deeds ahead, talk of abuse, mentions of blood, future blasphemy, some sexual innuendo and well guys, I’m so awful at trigger warnings so….help a girl out?

First things first, I never anticipated being in this situation. I never felt the flames crawl higher on my skin until he touched me. He skin like ice, his eyes black like coal, and his soul…well, it was fucking shredded - whatever was left of it anyway. I’m sure mine’s the same way now. Shredded - piece by piece torn away until nothing but rags remains in the hollow pit cavern of my chest. Things were fine, things were good even and then he looked at me - he crawled into my life, his words dripping honey and redemption and I believed every damn word. He’d fucked me in every sense of the word and I let him. I sold myself for him, I burned everything in my life to ash to hold onto his hand as we descended into hell and laid ourselves to rest among the sulfur pits and eternal suffering of the world.
He was light. I was dark…
In the end anyway and that’s all that really mattered anyway, the ending. How we ended a bloody mess on the bathroom floor, his hands wrapped around my throat and my thoughts so loud they ended up echoing down the hall to a silent scream in my heart.
He sunk his claws in deeper with every passing second and I cried for more - I begged and pleaded for it and he gave me my every wish.
I never thought much of the lover’s who said they would sell their souls to save the other and here I was - the fucking epitome of pathetic. I sold my soul to him and saved no one - condemned myself to this hell in all honesty and I smiled the entire time.

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The sky
It’ll always mean so much more to me now. I will always pull out my phone and admire its beauty. The beauty of it is you. I will always stop and take a picture just like you always had me do. The sky will always remind me of you.
The stars
The stars will never be brighter than your smile was.
The moon
The moon lights up the night sky. You will always light up the darkness inside of me.
—  6/24/17 1:14pm

Anyways guys I’m gonna peace out and watch some youtube and then actually head to sleep. I have no idea where I’ll go next in this crazy atmosphere that’s tumblr dot com but I just want to say thank you to you all one last time. Thank you if you’ve followed me for whatever reason and thank you if you’ve opened up your arms and invited me into your life, no matter if we talked once or more than that. And most of all, thank you if you’ve send me love and positivity when my life was dark and not so full of light. You guys within the fandom that I’ve got the opportunity to talk and know is what I call home. 💛

Imagine being invisible in the light and saving Renesmee.

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Originally posted by tiaralilibet

Originally posted by phantom-evil

Reader can’t be seen in the light
The volturi move to her Renesmee
Zafrina makes everyone see black
Reader appears taking  Renesmee
Jane follows.
Reader pushes jane to the ground, stepping into the light and disappearing.
Jane runs away.

“In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present.” -Francis Bacon

You weren’t sure if the Volturi were aware of your presence but you didn’t make yourself known. It was light, you couldn’t be seen.

Everyone panicked as the Volturi moved in. They decided against Renesmee. Edward looked at the space you held and then at Zafrina. “Make everything go black! Blind us! Do it! Do it now!”
It was like a light had been turned off, everything was suddenly black and no one could see anything. Even looking down they couldn’t see themselves. Panicked cries rang out before a stunned silence. 

You fixed your now glowing hair. You alone were illuminated by what seemed to be like a black-light. Your skin was blue, your hair resembling various colours to your own as well as your eyelashes. Your eyes were a shocking vibrant colour matching your own eye colour. A wide grin grew on your face as you skipped your way forward. No one knew who you were headed to, they couldn’t see. Aro inhaled sharply to see you heading towards him as Renesmee smiled in relief.

You took Renesmee’s hand, twirling her playfully before walking back and past the covens. Of course no one could see Renesmee, only you. So when Zafrina released them they no longer saw you but could see each other…and Renesmee with her hand out, holding an invisible hand.
“Stop them!” Caius demanded.
You and Renesmee moved quickly as the Volturi moved forward once more. The covens also moved forward to stop them. They had each other at a stand off yet no one saw Afton slowly disappear.

Afton moved quickly to catch up with you and he did. You took her to an abandoned hut. It was made of wood, with a hole in the roof letting light in but the hut itself was incredibly dark inside as the windows seemed to be boarded up. Renesmee lit up in awe seeing you appear once more before disappearing whilst passing through the light, only to reappear once more in the dark.
you lead her to the back of the hut, making her hide in the darkest corner before abruptly moving to the opposite side of the room.

Afton loomed in, it was silent, except for the quick heartbeat. “Stupid girl.” He thought to himself, slowly moving forward, the floorboards creaking and groaning. Renesmee bit her lip behind the wooden boxes as Afton loomed closer. She let out a shaky breath before squealing in fright as Aftons shining eyes stared at her, stiff as a statue. He slowly turned the corner looking at Renesmee. 
He then reached out, moving forward to pick her up. Renesmee wailed in protest but before he could grab her, you were back again grabbing him by the back of his neck and throwing him to the ground. You glared at him viciously, stepping forward in warning as he shuffled back. Unexpectedly he lunged at you which you were prepared for, quickly grabbing him again and shoving him once more to the ground. His eyes widened as he shuffled back again through the light as you loomed over him, following him. You disappeared in the light and he stopped. You were out of sight but he knew you were standing over him, directly in the light. He just couldn’t see you. He got up and walked backwards, you continued to follow him now visible and out of the light. Perhaps if he got you outside, you’d be defenceless, sure he wouldn’t see you but you couldn’t harm him.He grabbed you abruptly by your shirt tossing you outside, grabbing Renesmee by the arm and marching her outside in pursuit.

You were nowhere to be found and it was quiet, but before Afton could make a move an invisible force knocked him hard in the head. He winced as he let go of Renesmee before he was tackled and several blows were received. He looked over to see Renesmee covering her eyes before his head was ripped clean off.

Afton was surprised that you didn’t finish the job. Eventually his head reattached and he slowly returned. “What took you!?” Caius snapped. Afton lifted his eyes from the ground to them for a moment. Chelsea moved forward. “Afton? Are you alright?” “They tore off my head… but didn’t finish me.” Afton said processing the event as well as in sheer shock and confusion.

maybe I’m just a horror junkie but I don’t understand why people do things in the dark like……….they just perform human activities in the dark n no, I don’t mean sleeping lmao but when they wake up in the middle of the night n walk in the dark without turning on the lights. I don’t give a shit if I wake up the whole neighborhood like the lights are going ON if I am awake !!! when theres a power outage, even if I’m asleep I turn on like 9 flashlights n light 39 candles l honestly do not give a shit, have you seen the movie lights out ?? exactly, you’re welcome.

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NoctNyx; Nyx decides to sneak the prince out of Insomnia one night (he's a Glaive, he's good at not getting caught) to just enjoy time for themselves and forget about the war. Noct is forever grateful and shyly thanked him.

Noctis sat at his father’s side, a wan, pale smile on his handsome face, and as Nyx stood patiently on duty, his heart ached at the sight of him.  

He came to the prince’s rooms when the audience was over and found him moping quietly.

“Come on, highness,” Nyx rumbled, holding out his hands, drawing him to his feet. “Let’s go. Just you and me,” he said, his voice low and kind.  

Noctis frowned, but changed and allowed himself to be led from his apartment.  

Outside the secret exit, Nyx took his hand and led him to their favourite escape.  

Lights, music, darkness, anonymity. Two bodies entwining, nothing existing outside their gaze, their touch, their hands.  

Back in his rooms, sometime past midnight, Nyx whispered into Noct’s neck as the prince pressed his body tight against his. “I can’t stay.”

“I know,” he blushed, mumbling. “Thank you. I needed that.”

As a thank you for reaching 150 followers, I have been writing 150 word drabbles. Requests are technically closed (as of 23rd June), but you can still send me a person or a pairing plus a word or a sentence. It just might take me a bit longer to respond now, as I’m working on other projects.

Grimm visions
  • Verrus, bloodied and beaten upon the ground in almost complete darkness, painfully struggles up to all fours: .....
  • Verrus, looking up with an anxious expression: My team...where is my team...
  • Grimmfuture!???, a figure moving in the shadows, a soft yet slightly unnerving voice: Oh dear...you don't need to worry about them. They're right beside you after all.
  • Verrus, grunting as lights turn on, shielding her eyes for a moment before noticing her teammates around her, all beaten and unconscious: No...no...
  • Grimmfuture!???, still hidden away: Don't worry dear, they aren't dead.
  • Grimmfuture!???, slowly stepping out from the shadows: However...I already have someone who can manipulate dust...so I have no need for him.
  • Verrus, her eyes wide and shaking, fear gripping her entire body: But...you are...no...
  • Grimmfuture!???, a twisted smile stretching out on her face as she slowly reaches an obsidian blade down to Iccarus's neck: Oh? Has my darling Ruby talked about me? Hmmm....
  • Grimmfuture!Cinder, dropping her interest in Iccarus and struts over to Verrus, crouching down and gripping hold of her face with a sharp-clawed hand: Then you surely don't know the whole story...no...no...I was planning on it being a surprise. But I suppose I could just tell you now.
  • Verrus, desperately trying to get her body to move, to no success: Get...get away from me...
  • Grimmfuture!Cinder, loosens her grip and softly strokes Verrus's face: Oh dear...you seem to have gotten the wrong idea...no, I would never hurt you...
  • Grimmfuture!Cinder, leans uncomfortably close, whispering into Verrus's ear: I would never break my toys, especiallyif they happen to be new...
  • ~~~
  • Verrus, jolting up in the Team VILT dorm, looking around in a panic, breathing heavily: Ev-Everyone? Is everyone here?
  • Alician, having already been awake: No? It's about eight o'clock, Iccarus and Nekros are off doing the errands you asked them to do for the morning. You seemed exhausted last night so I just let you sleep. Are you okay?
  • Verrus, regaining her calm composure, looking over to the dorm's window: Yes...I am fine.
  • Alician, tilting her head, getting a little closer to her team leader: Huh...you must have scratched your face while you were asleep.
  • Verrus, a fit of fear exploding in her stomach, but maintains a calm appearance: Yes...I must have....
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1. Instead of a bow Zelly uses GUNS. Zelda is a sharpshooter y’all imagine our girl wearing her adventurer pants and boots with the addition of gun holsters ;;

(she still carries a blade on her ofc because bullets have this pesky way of running out)


3. Link has locket that has a picture of his parents…probably wears a vest, too.

4. Zelda is a huge nerd who specializes in Ancient Hylian. She was a pupil at ~~Hyrule University until it got engulfed by Twilight. tragic :/

5. Link reads too many penny dreadfuls

6. Link and Zelda’s most common ~~trivial complaint about their quest is that it makes it really hard to follow their favorite serial novels. Midna is puzzled by this because there’s literally DARKNESS EVERYWHERE WHO CARES ABOUT NOVELS FOCUS (midna copes by being hyper focused all the time, she needs a break tbh)

7. Zelda makes a lot of werewolf jokes once she’s gotten out of her shell. Link enables her far too much. Once Midna realizes what they’re talking about she laughs way too hard at what are, frankly, really bad jokes. 

8. Zelda is useless when it comes to surviving in the wild and Link teases her a little bit but always teaches her the skills she needs to learn.

9. Link, Zelda, and Midna really like singing around the campfire. keeps the bad dreams away.

10. Zelda already knew Shad because they’re in similar fields, which is how they get to the resistance people. 

11. Link and Zelda have to be on the spinner at the same time ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

James Potter: seventeen, hair got struck by lightning at age four and hasn’t sat down since, knuckles that jut out, holds his wand between his teeth to impress girls- to impress the girl, doesn’t own one pair of matching socks, the kind of attractive that fills the ribs, fills the shoulder blades, fills the heart, Sirius painted his nails once and he kept the polish on all week, sees the girl before registering anyone else in the room, young organs pumping young blood, wired to himself, to his boys, to the girl, can tell what you’re about to say before you say it, he’s just sort of like that, has a habit of leaning arms on peoples shoulders, starts the trust fall before anyone realises they’re  meant to be catching him

Sirius Black: seventeen, eats whipped cream by the fork full, rolls up the sleeves of his robes, begins most conversations with: you absolute fuck, column of his throat running down the neck like water, leaves his text books all over school, made of gut feeling, of instinct, of starting before you know how to finish, a part of him still stuck in that house, with the door slamming, with his mother yelling, with the world ending,  he is the bomb going off in the swimming pool, he has probably made a bomb go off in the swimming pool, smoking just outside the door- look- you can see the smoke, you can see the shaking hands.

Remus Lupin: seventeen,  jumpy, long eyelashes, the sullen quiet of fog in winter, scars up the arms, round the neck, across the chest, eyes that stare as if they are waiting for permission, plays the same records until he’s mouthing the words in his sleep, gives out flowers for gifts, sarcasm that could stop the heart, soft, like the skin above your collar bone, like stained glass windows with light through them, like seeing a star in a textbook, knowing that  something that good is out there even if it is far away, often has wind billowing through his baggy t-shirts, pulls out his bottom lip when thinking, at night wakes up sweating, dreaming of blood in his mouth, the kind you get when you rip an arm off, when you lick the bone clean.


Peter Pettigrew: seventeen, socks right to the knee, eating an ice cream, has a sore neck from always looking up, raw fingernails- bitten to the cuticles, full of fear, oozing fear, could fill cathedrals with this fear, burns books for no reason, unmade bed, the flush of a cheek that is bloated, a mound of blood, sits on the floor because there is no room at the table, counts on his fingers, pulled a muscle when walking up the fourth staircase, shuts his eyes, opens them, realises he is still in his own skin, pale, a stick of white, unassuming, like flowers, or the moment the ground gives way, all at once, as if it was going to all along

melodrama through the eyes of a (fellow) synaesthete

hello everyone! just like lorde herself, i have a strong case of synaesthesia (I get colour visions, but also tastes and scents as well), so this is my attempt to review the masterpiece that is melodrama through my synaesthetical experiences

let’s go

green light: car air freshener, heated highway and the visions you get when you drive in heat (a la mirages), blackberry-scented cheap shower gel, a pistachio green silk scarf, old school adidas kicks, lemon juice drops on fresh summer salad, beige satin, old black cars (a la classic cadillacs and jaguars), maple syrup, the heat of cairo at around 11 am

sober: ripe honeydew, the smell of guitar wood varnish, red satin ribbons, smudged glass coffee tables, spilled lemonade on said tables, peach vodka, the feel of white plaster in old museums where security guards are very strict, cough syrup (both the colour and the flavour), artificial smell of mint, mint gum, velvet red carpeting in old and badly aired town halls, the humidity of rainforest

homemade dynamite: 4 am sunrise straight after a storm with torn dark grey, nearly black clouds being ripped, smell of gasoline, deep puddles in cracked pavement, dimmed street lights about to go out, magenta, white musk perfume from the body shop, deep indigo of the nearly sunrise of mid may, that walk home from a rowdy night out when everyone is more or less sobered up, but not sober enough to feel shy yet, still drunk enough to be honest with affection and cursing and slightly slurred speech

the louvre: bamboo blinds, bamboo shoots, bonsai trees, flowing honey, varnished birchwood, sunlit old halls in ugly grey soviet buildings, silver hellium-filled balloons, white shiny doors between a party-filled room and a closet where hook-ups and one-night stands take place, old oil paint, the sunny, lemon yellow butterflies, muddly skies of july, edelflower syrup in a glass of white wine, edelflower flower crowns, an expensive pool in a mansion-like house in hollywood hills, the eerie comfort and anxiety of the opening credits of twin peaks

liability: massive bouquets of lily of the valley, white lace curtains knitted by a grandmother, greyness of a sunday in a village on a last warm october day, a single light in an office on a late night in a massive skyscraper, dried flowers, drops of nosebleed on a crystal clean white sink, grey that turns into pastel lilac, the feeling of ripped paper

hard feelings/loveless: faint sunrise shining through the windows of a manhattan apartment in a skyscraper, all shades of orange spilling onto a hi-tec kitchen, cointreau liqueur, sunny warm nights on ocean beach, lukewarm bathtubs when the bath foam has fizzled, bonfires and burned marshmallows, just the beginning of feeling buzzed (like a glass of wine in), tender shades of yellow, rustiness of old heavy doors into a basement, scaffolding sounds, first sunniest days of spring after a heavy winter, sunset in the ocean, heavy fluffy sweaters / neon diner signs, anime eyes, porcelain dolls, peach-flavoured bubblegum, glass bowls

sober ii (melodrama): colour of crimson, heavy red velvet couches, smudged matte red lipstick, glass shards, ripped pearl necklaces and scattered pearls on sticky floor, red limelight, stilettos, tight black bodysuits, smoky-eyed tall models in revealing tight and latex dresses, marble furniture with golden decor, fistfights during a party, ripped suits and thrown ties and unbuttoned white shirts on boys with wealthy fathers

writer in the dark: light parakeet green, whitewashed starched tablecloths that crunch, old wooden tables, rusty cages for canaries, Advocat liqueur, big pearl necklaces on black dresses, big sunglasses (a la Audrey’s in Breakfast at Tiffany’s), sunny Sunday mornings on a patio with a cup of fancy tea, sunday clothes, white churches in greece, silver tears and crying in the backseat after a breakup, wilted flowers in a vase with dirty water

supercut: light green and orange, Love Is bubblegum, peaches, apricots, mint, Mojitos, fairy lights above people at a rooftop party, roadtrip one takes after a breakup with all thier belongings, flavoured water that doesn’t quench thirst, sparkling water with lemon and ice cubes, worn down picnic blankets, fancy dresses girls wear to the entrance into a nightclub, folding chairs, chilled champagne

liability (reprise): cold winter wind of february, the feeling on the tip of the tongue from scolding hot tea, big white rooms in museums, light green, light smoke of e-cigarette that smells like peppermint, the smell of sunscreen, the stillness of a swimming pool at noon in heat

perfect places: red wine, swinging chandeliers, red plastic cups, glass grand pianos, the last summer party in august, that warm feeling at the end of the party where everyone’s buzzed and affectionate and there’s a lot of kissing and hugging and swinging, big fake golden earrings, summer fruits, fancy hotels and luxurious lifts/elevators, skinny dipping, black velvet dresses that touch the floor, uncontrollable laughing in comfy sweaters

I can’t see very well.
—  Ravenclaw, forgetting to wear their glasses, and flying through a rainstorm.